Song said the sound was sweet
but it went down like tamarind
We haven’t been saved
we’re lost in plain sight
Sunday’s hymn isn’t me
Stepfather taught us fear
Grace never materialized
Ten unrelieved years passed
She’s just an old rumor
I am here, but there’s
no safety and no escort
just a wilted, rotted faith
Were homeless wretches,
whose snared flesh did fail
So if my heart goes, it’s a good night’s sleep
So if my heart goes, it’s a good night’s sleep
By Amaury
The Eclogues 